“Beloved? It didn’t act like I was beloved, exactly.” I shudder as I remember the dream.
“How the hell would you know? You’ve been hiding behind Cay for like ever, May.”
“I’ve dated guys before Cay.”
Crap. I have dated a few guys, in middle school, but still. Guys always leer at me. Freaks me out...I’m not sure if it is supposed, but it does, and now that I’m single…. “Matt DeLeon.”
The few punks and Goths of Chase Hills wave as I come into the cafeteria. Nice people, but my skin-tone isn’t really right for the “all black all the time” routine, so though friendly, I’m not really part of their group. (I did date a punk, Matt, like, a couple years ago, cute guy, but his taste for splatter gore and bizarre anime proved an insurmountable wedge in our three-day relationship.)
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